Do you remember
Holding hands in anticipation of tomorrow
Of not saying anything
In
case the anything came out all wrong
Or
gave away a truth
Of holding your breath
At
the searing of a gentle touch
Which
lasted half a life
Of meeting eyes and wondering
What
thoughts lay in their depths
Coloured
by blushing cheeks
Of the joy and laughter felt
At
the clever words which
wrapped
a fear in a mask of joy
Of that pining absence felt
In
the absent hours spent wondering
Will
this end.
And now
The acceptance of togetherness
The familiarity of a predictable
presence
Taken for granted, yet
Viewed in the thought of that
inevitable parting
While living for the now.
